Real life

Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I almost never rant about anything (unless it's at my son Andrew who tends to need a fire lit under him from time to time). This is one post I may get the slam for though and it is not directed at anyone, it is just a general thought.

All the time I see and run across so many women that put up a facade of having the perfect life, perfect home, perfect children, perfect this and that. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a clean, organized, well run house or even well mannered children who learn good values but where do we fit in this? Can we be first and foremost comfortable with what our real life is?

Real life is stressful at times, it's messy, it doesn't always go the way we plan it. Real life throws curve balls, pulls the best and the worst out of us, makes us too tired to do the dishes at night or carry the dirty clothes hamper to the laundry room.

This is my real life

My kitchen isn't perfectly clean nor is it new, in fact it's part of a very old house but I love it. There is plenty of counter space for everything I want along with more than enough cupboards and a pantry in the back.

Dining room and living room, again not perfect but what I have always wanted.

Laundry room

My real life is also having a son in the juvenile court system (he is close to being done with it thank heavens)having a daughter who dyes her hair black (not a goth). It's having a part time job, worrying about money caused by the strain of paying the highest house payment ever, being a single parent six days a week and on and on.
In the whole scheme of things however I am still and always be a daughter of god and when I remember that everything seems to fall in place.

In the end, what will really matter anyway? Our brand new car? Our perfect seventy dollar hairstyle? No, it will be remembering what we are worth in the eyes of god and living up to his standard of perfection. That, is real life.